fallow had a conversation with an escalator today. nothing much. a great gnashing of metal leaves, teeth grinding. metal on shining polished metal. didn't last long, didn't last long. observing the mechanics of human thought, of it all. intricate clockwork spins on in spite of it. smoke of beekeepers. the hive flourishes come spring, only to find concrete and citylights. 010111
mungo Did you ever travel on an escalator, turn around and see the person that you were meant to be with for the rest of your life? Did you act on impulse and keep hold of that person, or did you (like me) look down to see an engagement ring and decide not to even try to upset the proverbial apple cart? 040310
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